the reason i'm leaving || MEETING

[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]The woman was silent from where she sat in the shade, cold red eyes drawing over the form of Stryker. A man she had seen a few times since coming here; it was obvious he was the leader of this place, and while he certainly had the air of a leader, she would not be acknowledging him as one. Perhaps in the times of attempting to gain his favor, she would treat him like a king—no, a god—to get her way here. She would find away. She always did.

Carmen's decorated ears twitched ever so slightly at the mention of her name, being welcomed into the group. A low hum slipped from her lips and she raised her chin approvingly. She was glad to be memorable in some way. The mountain lion crossed her paws over each other and simply watched, waiting patiently for the rest of what Stryker had to say.